El ultimo verano Tomados de la mano Camino hacia la playa Andabamos tu y yo Lo nuestro parecia Que nunca acabaria Que no te dejaria Ni me dejabas tu
It's my last summer in New York Thinkin' 'bout Berlin I thought We'd pulled it together And she went back on it all again The boys from forest hills
The Friday sun bears down again As we drive without friends And on these longest days we spend All the time trying to pretend That our stories could
Sneakin' out with you, midnight in June Picked you up, couldn't stand to be apart, you said you knew About an old abandon road where we could park and
we were afraid we would never meet again we would never see it thru our time was short but not for no one reason we couldn't stay we were not each others
When I saw you girl All alone It made me stare You held me captivated And your wondering, across the street Then you sucked me in I couldnt stay away
On the last wave of summer I lost my soul to you The last wave of summer I lost it all to you Every thing has a time This I know is true I could live
Light is fading. And she is anticipating. The dawn of the age. The dawn of the age. When she laughs, when she cries, When she looks up in sorrow. When
do you know how much time it took to build the nerve to finally call you? only to find out that you had gone far away there was something i held onto
We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream Swayin' slightly Drunk on the sun I suppose It was a real summer's day The air hummin' with
Sipping a sangria, with a girl named Julia Hot Jamaican sand beneath our feet She purred like a cat, in a Panama hat She said my passport picture was
I look across the room and i see this girl that i used to know that girl i used call and say "i love you, and i always will" And ive been so alone and
(Gold-Bloss) (Instrumental)
She said don't.. Don't let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen. Boys like you are a dime a dozen. She said.. You're a touch over-rated
Sick of being me Maybe I drink too much to think Maybe I think too much to see (fuck me) Going home after another friday night Can't see the skyline because
(VERSE) I feel better than I did yesterday. I think it's cause you came. Well maybe you're just another mistake I don't mind, you're the kind, that I
Best of times, best of friends, best of the best I'd rather be wasted again